"You’re late on rent and now you’re trying to assassinate me with a tree?" Julian asked, brushing pine needles off his custom suit.
On Christmas Eve, as the snow began to fall in heavy, silent flakes, Julian didn't hand Stella an eviction notice. Instead, he handed her a small, velvet box. Inside wasn't a ring, but a key—a key to his heart and a new lease on a life they would build together.
The loafers belonged to Julian Thorne—a man whose jawline was as sharp as his business reputation and whose holiday spirit was nonexistent. The Grinch and the Dreamer Erase Una Vez En Navidad Vi Keeland & Penelop...
Stella, breathless and wearing a sweater with a caffeinated reindeer on it, didn't back down. "It was an accident! And if you had a heart, you'd help me get this to the top instead of counting your coins like Scrooge." A Holiday Wager
Julian was the landlord of the building, a man who preferred spreadsheets to mistletoe. He was there to deliver an eviction notice to the "noisy tenant in 4B," not to be pinned against a wall by a rogue Douglas fir. "You’re late on rent and now you’re trying
Over the next week, the icy walls around Julian’s heart began to thaw. Between burnt gingerbread cookies, late-night walks through Central Park, and Stella’s infectious laughter, Julian realized he wasn't just helping a tenant—he was falling for a woman who saw the world in technicolor. The Christmas Miracle
Intrigued by her fire, Julian made her a deal. If he helped her decorate the "disaster" of a tree and spent Christmas Eve helping at the soup kitchen she managed, he would overlook her late rent. If she couldn't make him "feel the magic of the season" by midnight on the 25th, she’d move out without a fight. Inside wasn't a ring, but a key—a key
Stella Vance was having the worst December on record. After her radiator exploded and her boyfriend of three years decided to "find himself" in Europe, she found herself hauling a massive, shedding spruce tree up six flights of stairs alone. Halfway up, the twine snapped. The tree tumbled down the stairwell, missing a very expensive-looking pair of Italian leather loafers by an inch.